He sat on a bus bench, alone, skin and bone and trench coat, and nothing more. His hair was white and thin, his skin more of the same. It seemed the light breeze would blow him to dust. He stood with some difficulty to reveal a recyclable grocery bag in his hand. A seemingly empty recyclable grocery bag in his hand. He took something out of his pocket and looked around, perhaps for the bus, perhaps for something else. He sat down for a time, then shot back up with striking ease. Though his energy seemed in response to nothing in particular, he appeared to lose it all in a moment and sat down again. Finally, the bus arrived and he stepped in, grabbing a handle and vanishing so smoothly, the downtown air had already filled the space where he sat. Replaced by another body, as though he were never there at all.